My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy

Chapter 248 Confessions

He was a man who always preferred silence, even on his birthday, and would not ask people to come.

When she was over here, they spent their birthdays together every year.

"Well, my son, who was staying here, spent his birthday with me here yesterday and went back this

morning." Regan added.

His son, the father of her husband.

She had never seen this man before either.

"Jocelyn? What's on your mind?" Regan's eyes held a touch of inquiry.

Jocelyn immediately snapped back, "Nothing ......"

"Wait, I'll go and boil the medicine for you, then we'll eat, and we'll have a good chat afterwards." With

that, Regan immediately stood up, looking jubilant.

Jocelyn immediately got up and took his hand, "Don't work, I'm fine, let's just eat."

Instead, he simply pushed her hand away and quickly walked towards the kitchen, saying as he did so,

"Stay there and don't follow me or I'll get angry."

Jocelyn let out a long, helpless sigh before sitting down.

As she watched his back, her heart grew more and more uncomfortable. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

He was so good to her, how would he react if she confessed everything to him? He would be very

angry, wouldn't he?

............

After accompanying him to lunch, she was helped into his room and then forced to rest.

He kept on bugging for many, many hours before leaving the room.

As she lay in the familiar room, Jocelyn's heart was filled with mixed feelings.

She was tired and sleepy.

But when she closed her eyes, she can't sleep at all, her mind was in turmoil and it was unbearable.

She had been tossing and turning in bed for a long time before she fell asleep.

Perhaps because she had come to a familiar environment in the past, the dreams she had were all

related to those past years.

In her dream, she experienced her previous experiences of healing herself and studying medicine all

over again.

It was like a replay of the past.

Snapping open his eyes, she found out that it was already evening.

The memory of the long dream she had was extraordinarily heavy on her mind.

It was at this time that a knock sounded on the door.

Jocelyn sat up slowly and methodically and looked at the door and said, "Come in ......"

Soon, Regan pushed the door open.

With a ruby-studded gold-rimmed walking stick in his hand, he made his way to Jocelyn's side and sat

down, "How does your body feel now? Are you feeling better after taking my medicine?"

Jocelyn nodded, "Well, it's much more comfortable."

"Then get ready and go down to dinner." Regan added.

Jocelyn nodded again.

"Jocelyn, is something wrong with you? I see that you have a sad frown." Regan had a concerned look

on his face, "Did someone bully you? Who is it? Tell me, and I will go and skin that person."

The more he did the same, the harder it became for Jocelyn.

The next moment, her nostrils went sour and her eyes reddened involuntarily.

"What is going on? Tell me ......," Regan continued to press, flustered.

Jocelyn shook her head, "It's fine."

It was his birthday and she didn't want to give him a hard time.

There are some things that are better said tomorrow.

But Regan insisted, "No, you must have something, I know you very well. Are you afraid of giving me a

hard time because today is my birthday, you don't want to say it? Hurry up and say it, you're only giving

me a hard time if you don't say it."

Jocelyn, however, continued to shake her head and tried to play it cool, "It's really nothing, I just haven't

seen you in a long time and I'm excited to see you."

"Liar, tell the truth!" Regan ordered, and his face went serious, "Is it your sister bully you again? Or

someone else?"

"No, really, Grandpa, you're really overthinking it."

"What's wrong then? You must have something on your mind, and if you don't tell me today, I won’t

eat."

"Grandpa ......," said Jocelyn with a helpless look on her face.

She really didn't want to talk about it today.

Who doesn't want to have a good time on their birthday?

"Hurry up and say it."

"Grandpa, I'm sorry." Jocelyn lowered her eyes and said carefully, word by word, many words that

came to her lips, but she did not know how to say them.

She really didn't want to say something like that on this day.

But she also knew she had to say it, she knew well her grandfather's temperament, he liked to get to

the bottom of things.

Today, if she did not give an honest account, he would not let her go.

"What have you done sorry to me?" Regan's eyes were full of question.

"I seem to have to break my appointment ......," said Jocelyn, lowering her head.

Regan was confused, "Break your appointment?"

Jocelyn nodded, only feeling as if something was blocking her chest, it was unbearable, "I ...... I have to

divorce your grandson, there is no way I can continue to keep that three year contract we had, I'm

really sorry."

She continued to keep her head down, all but afraid to look up into his eyes and touch his gaze.

"Originally I had really thought about keeping our agreement firmly in place, thinking that no matter

what, we couldn't get a divorce."

"But I couldn't control my heart and fell in love with someone."

"So, I want an early divorce, I'm really sorry for you, I'm sorry ......"

"These are words that I have decided after much thought, and I'm really sorry, I'm sorry."

As the words fell, Jocelyn's head hung even lower, her heart telling of inexhaustible timidity, like a

needle on a needle.

She still didn't have the courage to touch his eyes, she was afraid of seeing his disappointment and

anger and then wanting to die with even more guilt.

She thought how angry and sad her grandfather must be right now.

At first, she promised him in faith that she would keep her promise, but she can't keep it anymore.

She felt like she was on death row for a heinous crime and couldn't hold her head up at all.

At these words, Regan's expression gradually became gentle, and the corners of his mouth curved up

into a shallow arc, "Silly child, you can do something like come to me personally to mention breaking

the contract for this man, it seems that you really love him."

Jocelyn nodded, "Yes, Grandpa, I am really sorry, I'm sorry, don't be angry."

Regan, however, hooked his lips again.

"If you knew I would be angry, why did you come clean? In fact, you could have left it out, and anyway,

you and I have an agreement that expires in a few months, so at that point, wouldn't it be better to get

divorce and live with that man?"

"I don't want to cheat on you." Jocelyn lowered her eyes and continued to give a serious account,

constantly picking at her thumb, still not daring to look up. Her head seemed to be filled with lead and

her face was hot and uncomfortable, "Since you are mentally cheating, you should get a divorce."